Image credit: Hyena Reality/

Image credit: Hyena Reality/

Down such corridors
Down, down
Blood red shining
In my blinking eyes
There is terror here
There is dull surprise
Down these corridors

Down such vacant halls
Down, down
Where no souls reside
Except the woken dead
Feel them touch your flesh
Fill your heart with dread
Down these vacant halls

Down to broken wards
Down, down
Take a key to hell
In your shaking hands
There’s no healing here
Don’t you understand?
In these broken wards

(c) Helen M Valentina 2016

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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